Chapter 559 The Gift


    ir''s head was spinning. When she could finally think clearly, she found herself sitting at the table


    already.


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    The dishes on the table remained untouched. Megan sat on the couch, ying games on her phone.


    Seeing Wesley and ir were back already, she put her phone away and stood up.


    "Where did you go? I''m starving. Let''s eat," Megan said pouting as she sat opposite ir.


    ir smiled. "I took a walk." She was surprised to know that Wesley and Megan hadn''t eaten yet. ''Was


    he waiting for me, then?''


    Wesley took the seat next to her and threw her a pair of chopsticks. "Here. Eat."


    ir picked up the chopsticks and tried a couple pieces of tofu. The dinner was already cold.


    "I''ll heat these up," she said as she stood up.


    Wesley dragged her back into her seat with one hand. "It''s not too cold. Don''t go to the trouble. Just


    eat."


    The heat had been turned on, so the dishes were just room temperature. ir sat back.


    After taking a couple bites, Meganined, "The beef bone broth is cold. Uncle Wesley, can you


    warm it up for me? It might cause a tummy ache if we eat it cold."


    "Okay." Wesley dropped his chopsticks and walked into the kitchen, carrying the beef bone broth.


    ir gaped at him. ''He just said the dishes weren''t that cold.''


    After dinner, the three of them left Wesley''s ce together. Wesley was going to drive Megan home,


    and ir went back to her own apartment.


    When the doorbell rang, ir was rxing, reading on the bed after afortable shower. She jogged


    to the door. It was Wesley. He had juste back home.


    He was holding his phone in his hands. "What''s your WeChat ount?"


    Before ir could say anything, he added, "I''ll be pretty busy from now on. So I might need help taking


    care of my ce."


    "Oh..." ir grabbed her phone from the bedroom, and they friended each other on WeChat.


    His username was Wes, and hers was Bless.


    The two names rhymed and even looked simr. ir couldn''t help thinking that judging from their


    usernames, one might think they were lovers.


    "I know the password to your apartment. Mine''s 1104. You might need it one day."


    ''Megan''s birthday again.'' Leaning on the door, ir asked, "Do you like... Megan that much?"


    Wesley put his phone away and gave her a confused look.


    ir shrugged. "Her birthday is your phone password. And it''s the code to your apartment. Now that


    you like her that much, why not tell her and make her your girlfriend? What are you waiting for? Too


    young?"


    "ir!" came his warning.


    ir smiled. "Let me guess: you use her birthday as a PIN for your credit cards?"


    "No!" Wesley turned around to enter his apartment.


    "Since you like her and you''re not rted, why not make her your fiancee? She might be too young


    now, but when she''s old enough, you can marry."


    ''Marry Megan?'' Wesley frowned. That was when it hit him—ir misunderstood his rtionship with


    Megan. It irritated him.


    Turning, he strode over to her, pressed her against the door, held the back of her head in his hand, and


    kissed her passionately on the lips.


    He had kissed her in her apartmentst time. It had been wonderful, and for a long time afterwards, he


    dreamed of it every night; her scent, her sweetness, her softness. He tried to forget it by burying


    himself in his work. Over time, he managed to think of her less and less.


    ir was startled by his sudden decisive action. ''Wh-what''s happening? He''s kissing me!'' Wesley was


    still in control, so it wasn''t a long kiss.


    After letting her go, he warned in her ear, "So quit talking like that, or it won''t be just a kiss."


    ''Not just a kiss?'' Her eyes lit up. She suddenly wrapped her arms around his waist and asked, "What


    kind of punishment did you have in mind?" She didn''t think of this as a punishment, but rather a reward.


    Wesley also started to realize this. ''I think she''s enjoying this, '' he thought.


    He pried her hands away and stressed, "Next time, I''ll make you do a 5k run with a 9 kg pack."


    "Bye!" Hearing that, ir turned around, ran into her apartment and locked the door. She leaned her


    back against it, panting heavily.


    A five-kilometer run would kill her. She liked him, but she wouldn''t risk her life to chase him.


    Looking at the closed door, Wesley smiled, amused by her reaction.


    He returned to his own apartment and went into his bedroom, closing the door behind him. But soon


    something urred to him. He opened the door and walked into the kitchen.


    He opened one of the cabs. And he was right. There was the bag ir had brought here.


    He took it out of the cab and looked inside. Just then, the doorbell rang.


    He nced at the bag again. Was she trying to get it back?


    He reced it and went to open the door.


    It was ir outside. "I left something here. I came to get it," she said as soon as he opened the door,


    hurrying towards the kitchen.


    She was relieved when she saw the bag was still in the cab. On the other hand, she wondered if


    she should just give him the present.


    And how exactly was she supposed to do that? As a friend? As his girlfriend? If he asked why, what


    would she tell him?


    Would it be awkward if she just handed it to him?


    Wesley stood at the door of the kitchen with his arms crossed over his chest. The expression on her


    face kept changing. He could tell that something was on her mind. "What''s in it? You look


    conspiratorial."


    Unable to make up her mind, she felt frustrated. In the end, she took the bag out of the cab and


    handed it to Wesley. "I saw itst time when I was shopping. I thought it suited you, so I bought it. I


    haven''t found an opportunity to give it to you until today."


    Wesley took the bag and opened it. Inside was a ck embroidered box containing a lighter.


    He tried the lighter. A me whooshed out, about as tall as the lighter itself.


    "Looks expensive." Wesley smiled, extinguished the mes and put the lighter back into the box.


    ''She isn''t rich. Then how did she afford it?'' he thought.


    ir shook her head and said, "It''s okay. I bought it with my own money. I hope you like it."


    Wesley put the box into the bag and handed it to her. "Return it. You''re a student. You shouldn''t have


    bought something so expensive."


    "But I already paid for it." ir didn''t take the bag. ''Is he rejecting me?''


    Wesley stuffed the bag into her arms and walked out of the kitchen. "Then give it to your uncle."


    Adalson also smoked.


    ir''s heart broke into little pieces.


    She had been so excited to give it to him. At this moment, her heart was filled with disappointment.


    After ncing at the bag in her hands, she asked, "You really hate me, don''t you?"